City Of No Palms - Biting Elbows

Got good intentions

Isn’t it enough?

No, it is not enough

The comprehension of letting yourself get charmed by a bluff is upon me:

There’s nothing I can do

There’s always something I could do

Where would I be if it wasn’t for you?

So I just do what I’m supposed to do

I watch you turn into

sikly biomass of black and blue

In the city of no palms

Snow is falling and I am holding her in my arms

We don’t talk.

She’s sick, I’m stoned

But my choice was my own

I wanted to have a good time

But she, medicated highly

Does it to survive

Where’s that wonder cure?

A bit of degradation free with every breath

Oddly feels like trust has been misplaced

I love the scenery but hate the faces

And so for now

I ride on the wings of hope

Pushed on by the winds of dope

You’ll get pulled back

No matter how hard you go

There is a distance and there is a rope

When I wake up tomorrow

I’ll know what was at stake today